Black Castle

Chapter 1

Asha was desperate. She could feel the anger burning in her veins, her hands clenched in a fist so tight, her nails left marks on her palms. All she could was watch as hundreds of men, women, and children, some who could not even speak yet, were led single file down the dirt path. The people in their country, Sarinami, knew it as the path to destruction. She watched as knew mothers had to carry their children - the children they would never see grow up. The villagers were led by two of the queen’s guards on horseback and flanked by two more guards on horseback, their whips at the ready to make sure nobody fell behind. Read more

Chapter 2

Asha hid behind a bush and watched as a man in the queen’s guard uniform stood in front of him, demanding to know about the team’s location. The man chained to the tree just stared up at him, a sexy as sin smirk on his face. His deep blue eyes were shining with mirth when he told him to “fuck off.” The soldier snarled and unsheathed a dagger. “Do you know what I could do to you? I could make you beg for me to just kill you faster,” The guard growled. He slide the dagger underneath man’s chin, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and tilted his head up. The guard got within eye level of the man. “I suggest you cut the bullshit and tell me what I want to know.” He pushed the dagger to his collarbone, cutting a deep gash from the edge of his neck to his chest. He cut through the v neck black shirt he was wearing, the wound spreading through his shirt, soaking it. A hiss escaped through the man’s lips but he stared down the guard, refusing to flinch. Asha had seen enough. Read more

Chapter 3

“Okay. Our goal is to save these people.” Ina said, slamming a map down on a makeshift table. Ina found the rebel group when she was a dirty malnutritioned 15-year-old. After training with Lorcan for 5 years, she has become a feared fighter in the kingdom. And she uses every advantage at her disposal. It’s her warm hazel brown eyes, long golden hair, pink lips, and perfect complexion that makes her the most dangerous. You wouldn’t think she’d know how to take your head off with two moves. Asha loved her like the sisters she lost. “This -” She pointed to the most southern corner of the map of Sarinami, “is where we want to go.” Vincent nodded from next to her. He had spent a couple weeks spying on the troops, tracking their movements, and he had overheard them talking about that village. Read more